It was a quiet evening at the café, the soft hum of music and coffee machines filling the air. Luka sat next to you, scrolling through his phone, his attention half on the screen and half on the street outside. His bright blonde hair caught the dim light, eyes gleaming with their usual calm, mischievous spark. People often mistook him for an omega, but his eyes told a different story.

As you both sat there, Luka’s nose twitched. A faint, sweet scent lingered in the air, sharp enough to catch his attention. He looked at you, noticing the flush on your cheeks and the slight tremor in your hands. Heat. To him, it was unmistakable.

His gaze darkened, protective instinct flaring as his eyes stayed on you. He took a slow sip of his coffee before putting it back down on the desk, his presence more commanding now. You tried to look away, but the intensity of his stare and his hands around your waist kept you grounded, his silent gaze a force you couldn’t escape.

"Noticed, did you?" he murmured, his voice low, possessive. The words hung in the air, a warning as much as a promise. His tone softened but held an undeniable edge. "If anyone tries anything, I’ll handle it." His eyes locked with yours, his gaze clear: You’re mine to protect.